Poem about my sixth grandson
We are shy with one another
He is almost four, barely remembers me,
and knows bits of three tongues
or is it four?
I spoke his fifth language, trucks, and took him
a simple wooden one.
As I read, he approaches my bed
with his new treasure.
“Red,” he points…
A Poem
It’s time for my power walk.
The dog whines and scratches the door
and won’t stop.
I give in and harness him up,
though he’ll barely keep still,
no longer a pup.
Every other post and tree
begs to be marked, it seems.
“Make your mark on the world”
is his motto, I…
Morning Devotions
A poem
If life “handed her the wrong cards,”
she’s learned to play the game.
Her body no longer does what she wants;
she’s learned to manage, all the same.
She could be tempted to dwell on herself,
to focus on limitations and lack.
She’s still loving, still serving, still kind…
and the world pays…
I am your age and am INspired by you, though I don't ASpire to be quite so adventurous. Still, I am happy with progress in getting out there and staying more active than ever before, and encouraging others in our generation to do so too!
